America the great we are
America, the land of ego that separate us from our neighbors
We are much too proud to be associated with visiting labor
But we mingle with them nonetheless
In hope to receive that outcome that fits us best
We think that we are too great to be beat
But in truth we overly cheap
We make them work below minimum as we observe
So we can gain what they deserve
None of us worry about what is legal
For our mascot is the untrustworthy eagle
But oh, America the great we are
This rule is what sets us apart.
This poem is about:
My country